ACT IV.
Above an hour ago.
Prithee tell me true.
He's at his Grainge, slaving himself most horribly by this time, I'll warrant ye.
Faith, if it might not endanger his health, ••••cou'd wish heartily he might be so miserably tir'd, as to be laid up these three days.
So say I: and a longer time too, if possible.
Ay, ay: for I'd very fain, now I've begun the day merrily, make an end of it merrily too▪ The only Quarrel I have with our Countty-house is, that tis too, nigh the Town: Were it farther ••ff, before he could get thither and back again, '••would be Night first. But now when he finds no Ctesipho at home, I'm sure he'll be upo' th' spur back again in an instant. Then to Catechi∣s••ng he goes: Pray where ha' you been, Sir? What? Can't a Man have a glimps of ye, in a whole day's ••ime? What excuse. shall I have?
Han't ye got one ready?